Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.